Page 71 of Mister Stark

“Well, what are you waiting for, daddy?” I breathed against his face. “Show me your moves, old man.”

My tease had done the trick, as he groaned with annoyance. He blasted me back into reality as our legs moved in overtime and he flung me outward. He twirled me back into his sphere as my ponytail flew through the air. My tits pressed flush up against his chest as his heart hammered inside it and he dipped me backwards. My head flew back, and I saw the eyes of the crowd. We enchanted them and I was stuck within his beat.

He pulled me back into him, and I wrapped my hands behind his neck. His hands ran down my sides and rested at my hips, but I felt his willpower torture him. He wanted to venture lower and touch my most intimate places. But he used restraint with the public eye on us.

“You torture me, princess.” Daxon growled against my cheek. “The monster inside me wants to come out and play.”

Our foreheads touched, and I sighed. “And how would it amuse itself?”

Daxon licked his lower lip and bit it with need. “It would take your tightness and taunt it until it explodes.”

I whimpered at the thought and bit my lip. His eyes caught the movement and his lips came closer. It was a need we couldn’t deny, and our adrenaline raced. My heartbeat clouded my ears, and I wanted nothing more than his mouth on mine. I masked my judgement with desire and we were about to give into temptation.

Screw it all to hell.

“What a performance!” Beverly beamed from beside us.

We broke apart and stared at one another. Our breath was heavy, and the flame burnt out. We had almost engaged in the unthinkable. Almost showing our true thirst for one another. We almost broke all the rules and gave into temptation. In front of everyone.

“Would you care to dance, Beverly?” Daxon asked as he lent her his hand and got back into character.

“You don’t mind if I steal him from you, dear?” Beverly asked sweetly and touched my shoulder.

“No, he’s all yours.” I replied as I swallowed hard and choked down my emotion.

She took his hand and as he led her away from me; she shouted with delight. “I’m so happy you could make it!”

“I wish I felt the same...” I breathed to myself as I watched them spin away and I felt unsteady on my feet.

The sudden change of pace threw me off, or maybe it was because he wasn’t beside me. I let myself get carried away and got lost in our game. The same game I vowed to not get involved in again, but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t keep myself from him.

He had played his pieces right and made his checkmate. The game lived on, but it was all about to change. I was pregnant, and that changed everything.

TWENTY-FIVE

Pantry

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